Lena had left the meeting with Akande in the same manner that she had arrived, a black hood over her head and a hand on her bicep. It wasn't until an hour and one boat ride later that the hood came off again.

She took a moment to look around her as she tried to get an idea of where she had been taken. Trees lined the shoreline in both directions and the only source of light was from the night sky above her. Lena turned when she heard a motor start up only to see the hacker steering the boat away from land. What? She drove me out here only to leave me on the shore? What the bloody hell?

A cough came from somewhere behind her and Lena spun around to see someone standing at the tree line, but it was too hard to make out who it was at this distance. The person turned and started walking away from Lena and the ocean behind her. Lena looked over her shoulder but by now the boat had vanished. She took a deep breath and followed, resigned to being a part of whatever game Talon was playing now.

Past the trees was a car waiting on the side of the road. Lena looked to either side of her but there was nothing else around other than the car, except farmlands on the other side of the road and the trees behind her. She shook her head and strode forward, pulling one door open to get in.

The other front seat was already occupied and Lena froze partway through the act of sitting down. Of all the possible people who could be sitting there it had to be this one. If she had been allowed to choose who the person in the car was, then this particular person would be at the very bottom of her list with a line drawn through her name.

On the surface she almost looked the very image of perfection. Even with the unusual lilac hue to her skin Lena couldn't help but admit that this person remained a beautiful woman. Her time as a ballet dancer had left her with a slender figure that was deceptively strong yet still possessing a willow like grace. But that beauty was only on the surface. Beneath her skin, past those perfect breasts and flowing hair was the one person Lena could say she truly hated without feeling any shame over the fact.

Amelie Lacroix's first victim had been her own husband, murdered while he slept in the bed they shared. That was only where the trail of bodies she had left behind began. Other agents of Overwatch, people she had spent time with, trained with, fought with. They had fallen to her rifle, one after the other. Ana Amari. Tekhartha Mondatta and the countless other people she had murdered.

"You." Lena spat the word out with as much venom as she could muster.

Widowmaker chuckled at the look on Lena's face. "C'est moi, cherie. Do get in, we don't want to be late."

"Late for what?" Lena reluctantly sat down and shut the car door before putting on her seat belt.

"Your test mission." The tip of the French assassin's tongue poked outwards as she licked her lips, clearly savoring the moment. "You asked Ogundimu how we could trust you, and the fact is that we don't. If you want to be a member of Talon then you're going to have to prove yourself. Now be quiet, it's a long trip and I need to sleep."

Widowmaker punched their destination into the car's center console before reclining her chair and closing her eyes. As the car started moving Lena leaned forward to look at the console. The entire interface was in French but there was one word that stood out. Naples. She furrowed her brow for a moment then shrugged it off. Widowmaker would tell her why they were going there at some point unless...

Lena slowly turned her head towards the other woman as a thought occurred to her. She still had her guns. It would be so easy. Who would fault her for it? Taking out one of Talon's most notorious members would be doing the world a favor. And it would feel so damn good. Mondatta, Amari and so many others...

She painstakingly flexed one wrist, a few millimeters at a time, until the gun silently slipped from its holster and into her waiting hand. Lena turned the barrel until it was pointed at the assassin's chest. Her heart began to beat faster and she could feel her forehead beginning to throb. All she had to do was caress that trigger and it would be over. No more Widowmaker Widowmaker, no more Widowmaker, no more people dying as she fired bullets from a perch far away from her victims.

"My...my... my." Lena tense nerves snapped at the sound of Widowmaker's voice and she very nearly launched herself into the ceiling of the car as she jumped. Her gun fell from her fingers onto the floor of the car and she put one hand on her chest, suddenly unable to breath normally.

"Not even five minutes in a car with me and death is already on your mind." Widowmaker's eyes drifted open and she turned her head to look at Lena with that sneering smirk of hers. "Ogundimu was right. You are a killer. How does it feel to point a gun at me? You enjoy it don't you cherie? The thought of me dead. It excites you doesn't it? Having my life in your hands, knowing all it takes is a twitch of a single finger. Vengeance would taste so sweet on your lips, no?"

"Shut up!" Lena pressed her palms against her ears and started shaking her head as she tried to ignore what Widowmaker was saying. She doesn't know what she's talking about. Killing her isn't vengeance, it's justice.

"There's nothing like the rush a kill brings. You've denied yourself that joy so far, Oxton, but someday you'll discover it. Today is not that day however." Widowmaker gave Lena a sly smile as she changed the subject despite how much fun it was to torment the British woman. "We have other business to take care of. There's an arena in Australia known for holding underground Omnic fights and there's a bookie in Naples that places bets on on it."

"Wot?" The thick British accent she normally tried to hide came out for a moment as Lena's brow furrowed. "Why would there be a bookie in Italy for an arena in Australia. That doesn't make any bloody sense."

Widowmaker shrugged the question off. "Italians must like to bet on Omnic fights. Perhaps it's the Cosa Nostra. Doesn't make any difference to me or to you. Our job is to break in and get the money they have there."

Something here doesn't add up. What are we really doing, Widowmaker? If we were going to London or Monte Carlo then your story would make sense. But Naples? No, you're lying to me and I'm going to find out why.

In the distance Lena could see the lights of the city growing brighter as they drew nearer, but then the car slowed and veered off the edge of the road when they were still several kilometers away. "Why are we stopping?" asked Oxton with a sidelong glance at Widowmaker.

"Put these on." Widowmaker tossed a bulletproof vest along with a thick black sweater and hooded mask at Lena. "If there's people inside then it won't do for them to recognize the... 'Calvary.'" Widowmaker's lip curled up at the nickname Torbjorn had unwittingly given her. "Your guns are a giveaway too so you'll need this."

Lena reluctantly took the submachine gun that the sniper had fetched from the back of the car. It had been a long time since she had held a weapon other than her pulse pistols and this gun felt... alien. The balance was different, the plastic grip felt foreign and it somehow felt much heavier even though it only weighed a hundred grams or so more than her weapon of choice. She fastened the vest into place before pulling the sweater on top of it, the blue glow of her chronal accelerator vanishing beneath its cotton fibers. "What about you? I don't see you changing your outfit."

"No reason to. You're the one going in. I'm the lookout."

I'm going in alone to rob a bookie possibly run by the Mafia while she's off taking a nap. What have you gotten yourself into, Lena? She shook her head and set the gun down on her lap next to the hood. "Fine." bit off Lena. "Let's get this over with."

Widowmaker didn't respond as she fetched that visor of hers with the red lenses along with her sniper rifle before punching in a new destination. The car pulled back onto the road and made its way towards Naples once again. Half an hour later and the two of them were at their destination.

The bookie's wasn't much to look at. A squat one story building made of red bricks that had weathered decades or perhaps centuries of sitting next to the ocean. A small private wooden dock jutted out into the sea and there was a boat, perhaps ten meters in length, with the name 'Tubman' painted on its side floating alongside it. Lena pulled her goggles off before tugging the black hood down over her face and turning it so she could see out its eye-holes. She took a deep breath before grabbing the Uzi and getting out of the car.

Widowmaker was getting out on the other side, her visor sitting atop her head, sniper rifle in one hand. In the other was an empty duffel bag which she casually threw at Lena. "Don't forget this, cherie."

"Wouldn't dream of it, love," growled Lena as she caught the bag while walking towards the front of the bookie. As she drew closer to the front door she could feel her heart beginning to pound harder and harder against the inside of her chest. Easy does it Lena. Yeah, you're about to rob someone but these are people who bet on Omnic death-matches, not like I'm stealing from civilians. And it's for a good cause, if I make Talon think they can trust me then I can bring them down from the inside...

Lena dropped the duffel bag on the ground as she pressed her back against the wall left of the door. She reached down with one hand, turning the knob and the door's hinges creaked as it swung inwards. Lena leaned forward to peek around the edge of the door's frame but there wasn't anything or anybody in sight. The barrel of the gun led the way as she grabbed the bag while moving inside, each step light enough to not make any noise.

After a moment the contents of the rooms visible to her sank in. Chairs pushed back from a dining table, a television paused on a single frame, pictures hanging on the wall. The gun in Lena's hand slowly lowered to point at the ground. 'This isn't a bookie. What game are you playing, Widowmaker?'

Her head turned from one side to the other as she looked around the silent room before she dropped the duffel bag. There had to be something here that would explain why Talon had an interest in this place. They wouldn't just send her and Widowmaker after a random person's house. After a few seconds she noticed something amiss in the kitchen, a single cabinet not quite fully closed. Lena headed over, faster than before, but still slowly enough not to make much noise.

Inside the cabinet was several bags of various colors and the aroma of unroasted coffee beans drifted from them. On the bottom shelf was a large can of cheap coffee, looking out of place among the premium bags on the shelves above it. Lena grabbed it and pulled the lid off spilling a pair of small booklets and several thick rolls of American dollars held together with rubber bands onto the counter. She grabbed one of the books and flipped through the pages. Numbani... and the portrait of an Omnic along with identifying information. The other booklet was also from Numbani but with a different Omnic than the first. No omnics in the house so that means they've all gone to… the boat.

Lena pulled the hood off her head and tossed it to the ground as she sprinted outside. She already knew what she would find inside but she had to be sure. By the time she made it out the front door the boat was already pulling away from the dock and making its way out to sea. Lena's head turned as she looked around for the agent of Talon she knew was looking at the same thing. Widowmaker was standing on the rocks that ran parallel to the shoreline and Lena could see a cylinder in her hand.

Her first instinct was to blink forward to where the sniper was but the device on her chest didn't respond. Lena looked down at it before realizing that Sombra's hack from the previous night still remained in effect. Left with only one option her legs started to move, almost of their own accord, as she sprinted forward. The air around her felt like she was pushing through molasses even though she was running as fast as she had done in her life. Widowmaker looked over her shoulder when Lena had covered half the distance between them and her thumb hit the trigger.

Plumes of saltwater rose into the air as the boat disintegrated into a spray of shards of glass and metal flying in every direction.

"No!" The hoarse scream rang through the air as she took aim. Widowmaker had killed Omnics once again despite her attempt to prevent it, and this time Lena didn't even know how many victims there were. No more, she couldn't let this woman escape to do it again and she surely would.

Lena pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

Lena came to a halt as she stared at the gun for a moment before pulling the clip out. Empty. She raised her eyes to see the sniper sneering while pointing her left arm at Oxton. The mine attached to it shot free and landed at her feet. The tube carrying the payload cracked open. Lena tried not to breathe in but it was too late and the invisible gas entered her system.

She staggered to the side, her lungs heaving as it tried to repel the foreign intruder to no avail. Invisible needles stabbed into her chest and her eyes watered as the world swayed around her. She fell to her knees as the coughs continued to wrack her and the last thing she saw was a pair of shapely legs in front of her. "Foolish girl."

The world went black.